"Dear Dentest..."

it is far too late in the evening (for me) to be blogging anything of sense. but i am fueled by my 3rd chocolate cookie, the dregs of this latest dr. pepper and the promise of a buckwheat pillow soon to be draped around my neck and shoulders. there's a product endorsement hidden in there. or several.


i am also nudged along by the promise to my mom to post the following letter from isaac. chez blackard, we are fans of the "i'm sorry letter". we became fans after a very unfortunate incident involving my glass cake stand. i gave the offending party a timeout after said cake stand met its disastrous (and explosive) end. but even after the required 5 minutes, i found myself still a bit angst-ridden and not quite ready to forgive. you've been there, right? it was then that the "i'm sorry letter" was born. it didn't revive the cake stand, but it took the sting out of the loss. and included a drawing of the cake stand in happier times, hoisting a giant birthday cake, candles blazing.


in this spirit, the "i'm sorry letter" has begun to evolve. at least, from isaac's perspective. it's now something of a guilt-inducing technique when he feels like you might owe him an apology. what you might say to him if only you had the discernment to know you had been SO WRONG. the most recent recipient of this gift, is the dentist. isaac had to have a dental procedure last week that required sedation. the procedure went smoothly and aside from the very slurry and deep-voiced proclamations of love that isaac made to me in recovery, all seemed well. as he began to feel more like himself, though, he noticed his two badges of honor. the bandaid covering the iv site and the bandaid on the back of the arm from the "forget-about-it" shot. oma (my mom) carefully explained to him that the dentist had given him a shot in his muscle to help him relax before his dental work. that seemed to make some kind of sense to him and temporarily halted any further theory development.


later in the evening, isaac told me that he wanted to write an "i'm sorry letter" to the dentist. never to discourage a correspondence, i handed over a stack of paper and isaac set to work with his current favorite marker, lime green. i think i like what he came up with, and have been reminded a couple of times that we "need to mail it".


here it is:





translated, it says: Dear Dentist, You're sorry if you pinched me in the muscle and I don't like it. You maked my tongue quite lame dude. Love Isaac B.